| 40 bucks and her favorite band
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| She stayed out too late again
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| The band’s back in Birmingham
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| She didn’t go to work again
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| She’s always been a pretty big fan
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| Certain songs get scratched right in
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| When morning comes round again
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| The sadness crashes down and she said
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| When he first came unto me it sounded kinda like a symphony
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| It was hearts and horns and winds and warm and wet
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| This morning when the band left town it bummed me out like a birthday clown
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| A whole lotta drinks and a little bit of sleight of hand
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| 40 bucks and her favorite band
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| Her mother loved the seventies
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| The leather vests and the Dungarees
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| Her bio-dad played bass guitar
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| In a five-piece out of Wichita
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| They had a little local hit
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| You can find it on the internet
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| They made her on the night they met
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| In a motel made of cigarettes
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| She’s never even met the dude
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| But she heard the song and it was pretty cool
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| A sad, slow waltz about a pure and simple love
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| There are days when she gets fatigued
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| She’s pretty old for this music scene
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| And our dreams sing-a-long to the music of our youth
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| 40 bucks and her favorite groups
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| She doesn’t really do it much
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| But she could probably get some party stuff
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| She doesn’t really do it much
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| But she could probably get some party stuff
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| She says she doesn’t know the guy but she’s pretty sure he’d stop by
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| She barely even knows the dude but he’s come around for some other group
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| And when he finally calls her back she says, «Guys let me cover this
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| I know you don’t make much money yet, I know it mostly goes to cigarettes.»
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| Last night’s conquest wasn’t all that famous yet
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| Two twenties from her dresser while she slept
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| And then he left |